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Once a story is given flight, and its words come to light, truth is released in all its power.

Secrecy gives way to the dark side.

I don’t know about you, but I am tired of searching for the light in the far off distance, because I have chosen yo remain in darkness.

Finding your voice leads to freedom.

Freedom is found in the truth.

All truth is found in God.

Speaking your story, in all its good, bad, ugly & sad, triumphs & tumbles, releases our soul within us from the hidden places we lock it away in.

Whether or not you ever shout it from the rooftops, you deserve to be heard.

Your voice, your story has value.

When you share the truth, even if it is painful, somehow you feel lighter within, after the telling. I wish I could describe it another way, but that’s the closest I can come.

The chains fall off, and you are set free.

Jesus came so each of us would know we are of value to Him, to hear us out at any time, to speak wisdom to those who listen, and to live those who open their hearts & lives to Him.

Your story has value, because He values you.

Keeping traumatic or painful experiences bottled within only hurts the person doing the bottling.

Under pressure, you will always blow.

Uncorking it will release the build up, causing the contents to breathe and expand within. To pour with greater ease.

The light cannot shine on what is kept hidden.

Its time to bring whatever you are hiding or keeping within out.

Put it in His hands.

Tell a trusted friend.

Seek wise counsel.

Share your story.

Step out from the dark and into the light.

The darkness will begin to fade as you head towards the light with the passing of time.

Shift to fade, and let the Light shine through you.

Take back the controller, and make the switch.

Your story shared for His glory.

my untold story

Part of why i blog is the discovery involved.

Not of necessarily outside facts, but rather little nuances or snippets of myself that I learn as I explore when prompted or led.

How much I love to just write was discovered as a part of a creative English class in late high school, in a journal assignment for the semester that we could set up any way we wanted. The only parameter: to write in it 5 days a week.

Mine was a creative experiment, to put it lightly.

Cut outs of images and quotes that caught my eye and my heart.

Tear stained youthful drama written down to release the inner anguish of the moment.

Song lyrics that express what I could not, yet felt I could have written.

My life, in tumblr format, long before it came to be!

Needless to say, my teacher was fascinated by my visual creativity, and encouraged me to keep writing to release not only my emotions and creativity, but to allow the gift of communication to grow.

This blog, and its expression for all its ragged, unshaped, naked earnestness, is my untold story.

Finally being birthed.

It is never too late to create.